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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 0:05:12 GMT
"Why, whats the matter with you?" Concerned for her more than myself, I ask.
This whole day had been really screwed up for everyone, I guess.
"I'm not sure if you can help me with my problem," I mutter and stare off into space, "I can't even help myself I guess. You have no idea how much I'd give for things to go back to normal, but I don't think they can."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 0:07:41 GMT
"Well don't be concerned over my problems, their nothing..."
Nothing...Normal...I wish...
"Tell me you problem and I'll try to help you best I can." I say.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 0:26:02 GMT
I sigh.
"I really don't even know how to explain this." Staring down at the ground, I tried to think of a good way to start.
"You know James right? James Smith?"
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 0:43:38 GMT
"Yeah..." I reply, waiting for her to go on.
What does James have to do with this? I wonder.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 1:41:39 GMT
I give her a quite clear and obvious look.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 1:43:12 GMT
"Don't give me that look..."
Damnit, quit playing games Blaise...
"What did he do?"
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 1:45:38 GMT
I roll my eyes, her clearly not getting my drift.
Get your head out of your ass, Morgan.
"Completely turned my world upside-down." I threw out of my mouth, words twisting together with a mix of emotions.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 1:50:05 GMT
"Oh..." I reply, not knowing really what to say.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 1:52:13 GMT
"Yeah." Was all that managed to stumble out of my mouth.
So now she gets it.
"And things have been happening." I add in, "Nothing good, of course, because my life'd be something completely alien if anything good ever fucking happened."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 1:56:57 GMT
"Well life wouldn't be normal if bad things didn't happen. Nobody gets off a scott-free life without problems." I stop talking and bite my lip.
"Do the things that have been happening have something to do with James...?" I ask.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 2:02:26 GMT
"Yeah, but life wouldn't be normal without good things happening too." I state, "And none of that has happened in a while..."
It's funny when people figure out the obvious for the first time. It's actually quite amusing to me.
"Yeah, they do."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 2:06:20 GMT
"Good things are becoming harder and harder to come by, I've noticed it too." I say.
I push aside the last thing Blaise said and don't push it, Whatever happened between them, happened between them and theres nothing I can do about it...
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:04:17 GMT
A tear slipped silently down my cheek.
"I know it..."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:06:55 GMT
"Anything I can do..." I mutter.
Probably not... I think dimly to myself.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:11:59 GMT
[[How can you say something silently? lmao xD]]
"I don't think so..." I trail, searching for something, anything that would make this better.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:16:48 GMT
I sighed and wondered to myself just how bad things were.
"Im sorry..." I say, feeling kindof awkward and wordless.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:18:11 GMT
"Nah," I cough, trying to lighten the mood a big, "You've nothin' to be sorry for."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:20:46 GMT
"Yeah...."
I wouldn't be so sure about that... I think.
"So what made you decide to come here?" I ask.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:25:14 GMT
"I just needed to be away... from people... and emotion." My fingers found their way to my lighter once again, and I lit up.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:36:09 GMT
I couldn't take it anymore, I reached down and snatched the lighter out of Blaises hand.
"Damnit Blaise, that isn't going to help! As much as it may seem like it does, it wont. Please just listen to me." I knew how it felt in a way. The feeling of wanting to just shut yourself off from others and emotions.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:45:09 GMT
My eyes glowered like embers.
"Nothing's helping. Might as well make it a little better for me." I spat angrily, blowing out smoke, "Listen to you..."
I repeated what she said.
"Listen to you, what are you saying? If you have something to say to me, say it." The words leaked out like venom.
This really wasn't the way I'd planned the conversation to go. Either she was implying something, or trying to tell me something.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:47:48 GMT
I look at her, clearly confused.
"What am I saying..." I mutter to myself. God, what the hell was I doing.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 20:48:42 GMT
"You tell me." That acidic tone to my voice still stuck in my vocal chords.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 20:59:26 GMT
"What are you expecting me to say Blaise?" I say, glaring at her.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 6, 2007 21:12:52 GMT
I leap up from my spot.
"I don't know Morgan! I'm just so goddam sick of everything!" I shout, my hands thrown up in the air, "Just everything is bothering me and nothing is going right! Things seem so fucked up in the world."
I collapsed back into my sitting position.
"...And I don't know how to make it better."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 22:14:03 GMT
I just shake my head and begin walking over to the door. I stop and lean against the door frame. "Well neither do I." I state coldly.
I don't know where this side of me is coming from... I blink a few times and shift my gaze to the floor.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 7, 2007 0:09:51 GMT
"Helpful Morgan, real helpful." I snarl.
What the hell was her problem?
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 7, 2007 1:58:50 GMT
"Blaise Im sorry. I think I should just go...Im clearly not in any state to help you or anyone for that matter." I sigh and begin walking out the door.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 7, 2007 23:41:08 GMT
"Hey," I call out, "I want my lighter back."
I really didn't have the capacity to deal with this right now.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 8, 2007 1:27:02 GMT
I turn around and hold up the lighter. "Your not getting this back Blaise." I say and shove the lighter down into my pocket.
Nice, things just keep getting better and better...
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